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Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve ...

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Excerpt from A Prince of Mischance a NovelThe other girl turned, under the pressure of the hands, and looked up sleepily. Startled, then, as the wind burst at the windows again, and howled away into the distance, She clutched at the hands that grasped her, and half-raised herself.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an imp...

Excerpt from Dead Man's LoveI came out of Penthouse Prison on a certain Monday morning in May. Let there be no misunderstanding about it I came out by way of the roof. And the time was four in the morning I heard the big clock over the entrance gates chime in a dull, heavy, Sleepy fashion as I lay crouched on the roof under shadow of the big tower at the north end, and looked about me.Looking back at it now, it seems like a dream, and even the...

Excerpt from The Second Dandy ChaterIF there is one place, in the wide world, more dreary and disconsolate-looking than another, on a gusty evening in March, it is that part of Essex which lies some twenty miles to the north of the Thames, and is bordered nowhere, so far as the eye can reach, by anything but ¿at and desolate marsh lands, and by swampy roads and fields. For there, all the contrary winds of Heaven seem to meet, to play a grand g...

Excerpt from Tatterley, the Story of a Dead ManCaleb Fry always walked home, he had walked home for more years than he cared to count, and he was scarcely the man to change any habit now. Punctually at half-past six o'clock he locked up the small room which served him as an office, punctually at a few minutes after seven o'clock he let himself into the house in one of the dull streets in the neighbourhood of Bloomsbury, and climbed doggedly to...

Excerpt from The Idol of the Blind a NovelIt was a quaint Old town, a place of red roofs and winding streets and strange old buildings, a very para dise to the dreamer and the woman who had waited so long for him. Her brother's house stood at the far end of the town, in the newer part Of it, but they saw little of him, and had, indeed, no particular desire to do so. They had their own quiet dwelling-place, a little house nestling under the fro...

Excerpt from The Man Who Knew Better: A Christmas DreamBut there'dw'dsfone man, at London town without and isfi'vlidm the spirit of the thing roufizivhd echcrzizflfhéfifog was fog and it was a nuisance, it. Delayed trains, and might mean the wreckage of ships laden with his goods. The drizzle wetted him, and made it less easy for him to get about on business. He saw nothing behind it all, heard nothing of the grand eternal music that wakes onc...

Excerpt from Levity HicksSocxu'r's boarding establishment lies on the north side of Gridley Square, and Gridley Square hangs, as it were, on the outskirts of Bloomsbury. Which is to say that it is not in Bloomsbury proper, although it aspires to be, and artfully hints at the fact in advertisements, and in other places. In the fanlight over every door in Gridley Square you will see a card announcing Apartments and such population as drifts from...

Excerpt from The Cruise of the Make-BelievesAre you quite sure that this is Arcadia Street? Asked the young man in the glossy hat. He had a thin, meagre, precise sort of voice - delicate and mincing.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digita...

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Excerpt from The Rogue's Heiress: A NovelThe little man made a sort of apologetic dip wit head, and disappeared again to that corner seat from v he had emerged. Singing must have been second natu the man, for presently he broke out again with his 0] remembered himself hurriedly at the sound of a re movement on the other side Of the statue, and burs with an apology.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and c...

Excerpt from Memory Corner So the little ladies went down the street with the child between them, leaving the Major standing star ing after them. It took the Major quite a long time to get over this thing, and to resume his walk, new happenings were rare in Little Place, Hampstead. The progress of the child between Miss Dorcas and Miss Betsy was marked by a certain large degree of ceremony. There was a crossing-sweeper who was in the habit o...

Excerpt from Tatterley, the Story of a Dead ManCaleb Fry always walked home, he had walked home for more years than he cared to count, and he was scarcely the man to change any habit now. Punctually at half-past six o'clock he locked up the small room which served him as an office, punctually at a few minutes after seven o'clock he let himself into the house in one of the dull streets in the neighbourhood of Bloomsbury, and climbed doggedly to...

Excerpt from The Man Who Knew Better: A Christmas Dream But there'dw'dsfone man, at London town without and isfi'vlidm the spirit of the thing roufizivhd echcrzizflfhéfifog was fog and it was a nuisance, it. Delayed trains, and might mean the wreckage of ships laden with his goods. The drizzle wetted him, and made it less easy for him to get about on business. He saw nothing behind it all, heard nothing of the grand eternal music that wakes o...